Only God.

ONLY GOD GIVES STORIES. THE OTHERS ARE ALL LIES.

Your writings never have to be

what the world or your targeted audience expects it to be.

Just write from the whispers of the Holy

Spirit in your heart, and in the end, they will all

listen, and love it.

All around the world,
people are trying to find a way,

It’s your job, to help direct them. When they are reading

and listening to the words the Lord says. They will come

to believe in Him.

So describe the way to our salvation, our King, and our true freedom.

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What I learned in five years of blogging

Definitely inspiring!! Thank you for being so honest about the highs and lows of writing.

Cristian Mihai

Five years. Five years of daily blogging. Five years since I decided to never give up, no matter what. To keep writing, to keep blogging, to just keep at it for as long as it took.

And what a ride it has been. Around the world, indeed. 200 or so countries. Lots and lots of people, lots and lots of stories…

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Servant of God.

The devil is a liar.

Servant of God.
How could I have forgotten?
Those chains. I was broken out of those chains long ago. It was the enemy who tried to convince me that I was blind. That lack of knowledge tried to present itself in my life as a weakness. I cannot afford to be afraid.
Why should I doubt? Why should my hair fall out whenever I expose it to the world. Why is it that the thoughts of trying to belong has long kept me from being the warrior, the king,  the strong mother, the powerful servant of God I was meant to be? I am not of this world, so I need to stop killing myself just to belong.  I cannot afford to be afraid.

– Nyameba and Father.

Romans 12:1-8.                 Proverbs 3:5:23-26.

Chosen Pt 1

I remember the first time I was dead. I thought I had never seen angels or experienced them before, even when men of God ministered to me that there were armies of celestial beings guiding and following me. I always thought, “I haven’t seen them in my life.” But no, I saw them, that one day, drowned in the swimming pool, when the whole unsupervised class, even the devil, thought I was good and dead. But no, that was just the first baptism. I was saved, carried through the tunnel of reversing clocks, by an angel instead. I was barely 4 years old, but that scene keeps replaying in my head. It’s like they had been sent to retrieve me from a different dimension of my past, for I was meant to be alive to share this one day. That day, someone saved my life, and it wasn’t my teacher.

Psalm 91:4:10-11.  No harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent.

For He will command His angels concerning you.

Chosen

Through the world in the Word.

I remember that day, I heard the Spirit of God say, “It is time you wrote something to glorify My name.”

So I jumped on my computer, and just as I began navigating…. a birthday post pops out….. ??!!  wow… So then I felt obligated to wish this person whom I hanged with one time, a happy birthday. Shocks…. It didn’t even say it was his birthday on his profile, and I wasn’t allowed to post anything, so I facebook mailed…. Then I blanked out staring at some ad, then I was able to catch myself enough to remember that there was a paper due at 5, and I needed to head to the gym soon…. soaking heavily on worry and confusion, I lay there wondering where the days and the seconds had gone, ghost of ex boyfriends’ past, and if Trevor Noah would ever say my name… the entire…

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